Resisting him was more challenging than I’d thought when his hands inched up my stomach.
“I have to be home by midnight.” I swayed my hips to the song, and my ass brushed his thighs. “You better keep your promise, Mr. Luciano.”
“Until the stroke of midnight,” he said with his lips hovering over my cheek, “dance with me, Cinderella.” His tongue grazed my earlobe. “And Mr. Luciano is my father. Call me Nico.”
How would I explain this to my dad?
Never mix business with pleasure.
That was his number one rule.
And I broke it.
ChapterSix
NICO
Ava rubbed her ass on my hard cock, oblivious to what she was doing to me. This girl would not be easy to let go of when this was all over. I loved how she smelled, like a mixture of grapefruit and candy.
Good enough to eat.
She was intoxicating.
I couldn't get enough of her petite but curvy body pressed against mine. She swayed to the beat with my hand on her hip, driving me wild with her perfect ass. Just enough to grab her from behind and fuck her like a savage. That was all I could think about with her flicking her long, dark hair over her slender shoulders, smiling.
It was too bad she was a mark, the daughter of a traitor. If the app my tech guy installed on her phone did its job, we would know soon if her father was stealing from us. And that would not be good for my sweet little Ava.
We treated our employees and associates like family. But the people who robbed us?
They were as good as dead.
"It's almost midnight, Cinderella." I brushed my lips on her earlobe and felt her body tremble. "I don't want you to turn into a pumpkin. We should head back to your apartment."
Ava spun around to face me, sweat glistening on her skin. "You're not spending the night." She pursed her lips as she studied me for a moment. "Just so we're clear."
I held out my hand. "Come. It's time for bed. I can't have you failing."
Biting her bottom lip, she placed her hand in mine. I made her nervous, and a sick part of me liked her fear.
I said goodbye to Pete, who had his tongue shoved down a girl's throat. He pawed at her body like it was his last night on earth, and he would never get to touch a woman again. He peeled his lips from hers and muttered a few words in Italian. The girl didn't understand him, but Ava did.
"I'll call you tomorrow about the shipment," Ava mouthed, giving me a smart-ass look, shaking her head.
I moved through the crowded apartment with Ava on my arm. And she looked good on it. A knockout like Ava turned every head at this party.
Once we were in the elevator, Ava leaned against the mirrored wall beside me and breathed through her nose. She nibbled on her lip, shuffling her stance from one foot to the other.
It was cute and sexy.
So I pushed off the wall and hovered over her, our chests pressed together. I reveled in the fear in her eyes, the rise and fall of her chest with each breath. I put my hands on the wall beside her head, caging her. She had nowhere to run and nowhere she could hide.
I wanted to know all her secrets and peel back each layer. Get her on her knees, choking on my cock, bent over, taking it from behind. I had so many ideas for punishing her because it was only a matter of time before I discovered her secrets.
With my family counting on me, I couldn't let them down. Not when Dante had gone months without even looking at me, let alone speaking to me, and he was finally coming around. I hated that I had this little brother complex with Dante. But even when he hated me, I had always admired him.
I wanted to be just like him.
So I did horrible things in the name of my family. I lied, cheated, stole, and killed. Whatever they needed, I never questioned it. But in my brother’s eyes, I still wasn't one of them. I'd wanted to prove myself, to show I was just as much their blood.